"Ahem!"
At this moment, a light coughing sound came from the dust not far away.
A figure slowly crawled out of the shattered pit, covered in dust and in a miserable state. It was Elder Hui Xing, the powerful half-ancestor who had just been suppressed by Su Zimo.
"Huishen, please put that talisman away. There is no need to alarm our ancestors."
Elder Hui Xing shook his head.
Abbot Huishen hesitated for a moment before putting the talisman into the storage bag, but he was still on guard, as if he would take it out at any time.
Elder Hui Xing looked at Su Zimo and said: "Huang Wu, I want you to establish a path for the common people, and I don't want to alarm the ancestors and kill you. But you need to remember that you inherit Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, and you can be regarded as half a Buddhist. disciple!"
"Because of this, I kept my hand."
Su Zimo said calmly: "Otherwise, do you think any of these people, including you, who attacked me just now, can survive?"
Su Zimo has always been decisive in killing.
But this time, even though he was besieged and even moved out half-ancestral strong men from Randen Temple to bully the weak, he still had reservations and did not kill.
Although the battle just now was fierce, not a single monk in the Randen Temple died!
Even Monk Kong Ru, who provoked him first, was knocked unconscious by Su Zimo's loud shout, but his life was not affected.
The monks looked at each other and remained silent.
They also knew in their hearts that it was rare for Huangwu to be so restrained when he was so angry.
Think about the battle between Tiandi Valley and the sect forces that were enemies of Huangwu. How many Dharma-Xiang Dao Lords and powerful combinations died
Abbot Huishen couldn't help but said: "But even so, you can't break into the gate of my temple without being unreasonable!"
"hehe."
Su Zimo smiled, shook his head and said: "I came to pay my respects, and I didn't go over half an hour. I waited outside the Randen Temple for three hours, but you didn't respond at all!"
The monks were silent.
"I wanted to go up the mountain to argue with you and talk some sense into things, but you blocked me, refused to see me, and even attacked me."
Su Zimo looked mockingly and said: "It's better now. I've already made a move and I can't beat him. You guys want to be reasonable."
"you… "
Abbot Huishen was speechless for a moment, but his face turned red and he was so embarrassed by Su Zimo's remarks.
"I just want to ask, where is Mingzhen!"
Su Zimo's gaze fell on the faces of Abbot Huishen and others, and he said slowly: "When he preached, Mingzhen was still a titled disciple. When was his title taken away?"
After a short pause, Su Zimo hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth slightly, and finally asked: "Mingzhen, is he dead or alive?"
The monks were silent, not saying a word.
Abbot Huishen said with some embarrassment: "Almsgiver Huangwu, monks don't tell lies. It is clear that he is really not in the temple and has left."
"Where have you gone?"
Su Zimo asked immediately.
Abbot Huishen wanted to speak but stopped.
Su Zimo's heart sank, and he already felt something was wrong, and said sternly: "Whether it's life or death, give me an answer!"
"well."
Elder Hui Xing next to him sighed and said, "Ming Zhen, he should have died."
Even though he had been prepared for this, Su Zimo still felt a burst of sadness when he actually heard what Elder Hui Xing said.
In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the little novice monk with clear eyes, simple mind, and wholehearted devotion to the Buddha at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley.
A voice seemed to ring in my ears: "Mingxin, I will be your senior brother from now on!"
At the place of preaching, the young monk, holding a green lantern, came without hesitation and fought side by side with him!
But now, after Elder Hui Xing's words, everything was in vain.
"Tell me what's going on."
Su Zimo stood quietly for a long time before gradually calming down. He took a deep breath and asked slowly.
"This matter started ten years ago."
Elder Hui Xing showed a look of recollection and said, "About ten years ago, monks from the Nan Dou Sect discovered a treasure near the sect!"
"Nandou sect?"
Su Zimo's expression changed.
Nan Dou Sect, one of the top ten door-to-door disciples.
When he first entered the intermediate ancient battlefield, he had encountered monks from the Nandou Sect. He vaguely remembered that there was a female monk named Tang Shiyun among them.
While he was thinking about it, he heard Elder Hui Xing continue to say: "That treasure is a large piece of Wuyou wood!"
"Um?"
Su Zimo was shocked.
It turned out to be worry-free wood!
The old monk Yuanbei once said that there are three sacred trees in Buddhism, namely the worry-free tree, the bodhi tree and the sal tree.
These three sacred trees are not in the Tianhuang Continent. It is recorded in ancient Buddhist books that they should be in the Paradise.
Now that I think about it, the Paradise in Buddhism may be a name for the upper world.
In ancient times, a worry-free flower fell on the Tianhuang Continent. It was obtained by the founder of Fahua Temple and regarded as a Buddhist treasure. It has been passed down to this day, and finally fell into his body and became a part of his body.
As the name suggests, the worry-free tree is a section of the worry-free tree.
The worry-free flower is just a flower on the worry-free tree, but it has many mysterious powers.
A large piece of Ashoka wood, what is this concept
Such a large section of Wuyou Wood would probably tempt even the mighty Consortium!
Elder Hui Xing continued to say: "This large piece of Wuyou Wood appeared in the Nandou Sect, and somehow the news spread, thus causing a catastrophe that wiped out the entire family!"
"Why, some sect force or a peerless person took action and snatched away the worry-free wood?" Su Zimo asked with narrowed eyes.
"No."
Elder Hui Xing shook his head and said: "The one who took action was not the forces in the world of cultivation, but the Blood Vine Clan, one of the nine vicious clans!"
Su Zimo's eyes flashed with murderous intent!
Elder Hui Xing said: "The original body of the Blood Vine Clan is the ancient Blood Vine. Although it is bloodthirsty, it still belongs to the category of vegetation. For them, the Worry-free Wood is an absolute tonic and has a fatal attraction! "
"Not long after this news spread, the Blood Vine Clan army attacked the Nandou Sect."
Su Zimo said calmly: "If my guess is correct, Randen Temple probably didn't help."
Elder Hui Xing gave a bitter smile and said, "How can we help? The Blood Vine Clan is coming so fiercely that even I, the Randen Temple, can't resist it."
"snort!"
Su Zimo sneered slightly.
Whatever I can't resist is just an excuse.
It's just that the matter has nothing to do with itself, and Randen Temple doesn't want to get involved or get involved!
As one of the six Buddhist temples and a super sect in the world of cultivation, the Keraneng Deng Temple also has this attitude, which can't help but make people feel chilled.
Su Zimo asked again: "What happens next, what does this matter have to do with Ming Zhen?"
Hearing this, all the monks in Randen Temple looked ashamed.
After a while, Elder Hui Xing said: "We have no intention of showing up, but Mingzhen has always insisted on going to the Nandou Sect."
"He said that even if he doesn't fight the Blood Vine Clan head-on, he still has to find a way to rescue some people. Most of the monks in the Nandou Sect are innocent. I am a compassionate Buddha and cannot sit idly by."
Hearing this, Su Zimo was silent.
"Amitabha."
The monks looked ashamed, lowered their heads and chanted the Buddha's name.